First excuse this is day 7 on a bike followed by 13 of 14 days on a bike or whatever lost count...
But the real excuse is the ill-prepared zero-body-fat sissy who decided to tag along with you.
My recap:
I fully expected to wake up on Sunday morning, see a downpour, and bail out of this ride.
But I was pleasantly surprised to find the ground nearly dry and no rain on the NJ radar, so I fueled up with a bowl of Cheerios, gathered up my riding stuff and headed north.
I've got no good excuse - summer on the brain I suppose - but it didn't even cross my mind to wear more than shorts and short sleeves until I was shivering in Enzo's parking lot at 7:55 & 45 degrees.
No problem, I'll just reach into my duffel bag for the arm warmers I always keep in there...
No arm warmers in there.
Whatever, I'll tough it out!
SSP and DP were in great shape and we had a blast for the first few hours. The little rain that we got overnight was just enough to make the trails perfectly tacky. But my body never really warmed up, so my legs felt weak the whole time. Pretty early on, I realized that I'd be way too cold if we did the rail trail up to Kittatinny and back, so I begged out of that and Matty did some quick recalculating to squeeze the most out of the 3 parks instead of the planned 4.
We headed into Mooch North on the Tranquility side just in time for the rain to really kick in, threatening to put some Death in our Death March. Our spirits sank and our technical riding skills went to pot as we zombied our way thru the park, luckily with no injuries or mechanicals. We finally reached our Waterloo water stash around noon, just as Matty's 2nd bottle went dry. We refueled and I must have looked pretty pathetic because he insisted that I put on his windstop jacket. It was thin and quickly got soaked thru, but it was much better than bare arms.
We would take a relatively direct route thru SSP from here, but we were still far from our starting point, so we still had almost 2 hours ahead of us. Matty came back to life as soon as we got back into SSP, which was great because I had to work hard to keep up and it took my mind off of how insanely cold I was. I was only slightly kidding when we rode by an abandoned house and I suggested setting it on fire for some warmth.
Eventually, in a stroke of merciful brilliance, Matty stopped alongside the trail and pulled out his phone. He called Enzo's and ordered two sausage & egg subs. Which meant we only had 15 minutes left to ride and that we'd have hot food waiting when we got there, Hallelujah!
So I pushed thru the last few miles and survived another TDF Death March...barely.